Don't Go Down Homely In The Afternoon

My Precious had his very first bubble bath yesterday. Though he's looking quite cheery in the photo, he didn't think much of it. He quickly scooted to the far end of the tub, putting as much distance between himself and the congregating bubbles as possible. Then he'd warily poke at them with a finger. It amused me.

Andrew has also decided that his sweet bicks were meant to be free and can pull the tabs loose from his diaper as quick as a wink, thus our evening wambones selection has evolved to include shorts. The extra layer has kept his wily fingers from grasping the tabs, and it looks pretty hip, too!

And finally, our poltergeist is really starting to mess with my head. His name is Mortimer Ichabod and he's lived here with us for years. I'm totally used to him ringing the doorbell - doesn't phase me at all anymore. I also don't care that he finds great delight in turning on my over overhead bedroom light, though I did call the police the first time he did it. (I came home late , and you have to use a remote to turn the stupid thing on, which I knew - and continue to know - I hadn't done.)

Well now he's gone and taken my Blockbuster rental. I was all psyched up to watch something other than football with Phil on Sunday night, so after a sweltering visit to the park we swung by Blockbuster then came directly home. I fed TCBITW and put him to bed then got all situated on the couch ready for the fun to begin. No fun. DVD gone. Searched the entire van (yes, I drive a van - I'll explain another time). Looked everywhere in the house including, but not limited to, the freezer, behind the stove, the linen closet, under the couch cushions and the dryer. I really hope Mortimer enjoys season 1 of The Office and sees fit to return it to me before it's due back.